Salvation and Exposure

Clad in black, the silent sickle reaps souls. The wandering cultivator once heard whispers of the notorious death servants of the Divine Grace Sect, yet he dismissed them as mere rumors, not worth his attention.

In his past, he paid them no heed. But now, he stands on the brink of becoming a lost soul under the blade, filled with remorse.

Regardless of whether the heavens would grant him another chance, he would surely cry out, "Save me!"

"Murder! The Divine Grace Sect dispatches death servants to kill, intending to forcefully seize the coveted spot of Star Picking Pavilion's disciple through such sinister means!"

The wandering cultivator urged his true qi and shouted for help, attempting to draw the attention of nearby cultivators. However, his pleas fell on deaf ears.

The death servants of the Divine Grace Sect had formed a peculiar array, completely sealing the space around him. Within this space, one couldn't leave, sound couldn't escape, and even souls couldn't flee.